Thou art slave to
fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and
desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness
dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And
poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or
charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy
stroke; why swell'st thou then?

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why
swell'st thou then?